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Alice in Wonderland
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People knocking on the door of their seventh decade don't typically get their first of these things at this point in their lives. But then the Cubs had never won the World Series any other year of my life. I got caught up in the moment. And as is often the case, supply created its own demand. When a smiling Kris Bryant threw the runner out at first to complete the impossible dream, we high-tailed it to Wrigleyville to join the celebration. An enterprising artist took advantage of the mood -- delirious, incautious and anesthetized -- and offered what seemed like a great souvenir of the season. Anyway, this is me with my ice breaking ink.:

I don't know how common this is, but am pretty sure I'm not the only one who had regrets afterwards. It wasn't so much the semi-permanent nature of the marking itself, it was the fact that I was somehow signalling that some stupid team whose success I almost nothing to do with (aside from a few extra bucks in ticket and t-shirt revenues) was more important than my sweetie. There was an obvious remedy for that. It was only a few days later that I got this one.

Tattoos, I suspect, are a lot like cats. Once you get a few of them, more seem to find their way to you. The next one I wanted to think about. As someone who considers himself the office book nerd (most of my colleagues are more numerically inclined), I thought maybe I could pay tribute to an influential book of my youth. I must have connected to this mathematically inclined author and his funny logic (akin to an all-white Rubik's cube perhaps?). Plus, the almost surreal times we live in suggest a certain kind of statement, too. Anyway, here's what I decided on:


At this point, with the floodgates of ink now open, my dear wife thinks I should get one more. This is one that, in her mind, sets me apart. It marks this rather odd proclivity of mine to go to extreme lengths just to say, "April Fools!"

My arms, legs, back and buttocks remain unadorned, but I'm now thinking some of these do look pretty cool.

I don't know how common this is, but am pretty sure I'm not the only one who had regrets afterwards. It wasn't so much the semi-permanent nature of the marking itself, it was the fact that I was somehow signalling that some stupid team whose success I almost nothing to do with (aside from a few extra bucks in ticket and t-shirt revenues) was more important than my sweetie. There was an obvious remedy for that. It was only a few days later that I got this one.

Tattoos, I suspect, are a lot like cats. Once you get a few of them, more seem to find their way to you. The next one I wanted to think about. As someone who considers himself the office book nerd (most of my colleagues are more numerically inclined), I thought maybe I could pay tribute to an influential book of my youth. I must have connected to this mathematically inclined author and his funny logic (akin to an all-white Rubik's cube perhaps?). Plus, the almost surreal times we live in suggest a certain kind of statement, too. Anyway, here's what I decided on:


At this point, with the floodgates of ink now open, my dear wife thinks I should get one more. This is one that, in her mind, sets me apart. It marks this rather odd proclivity of mine to go to extreme lengths just to say, "April Fools!"

My arms, legs, back and buttocks remain unadorned, but I'm now thinking some of these do look pretty cool.
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Thanks for the comment, Darlene! We're proud owners of one cat and one dog and are happy to keep it at that. My usual observation with cat owners is that two often stays two, but once you get to three of them, you can find yourself with more than that pretty quickly,

You were the one who got me started with this tradition, Gary, so get a full share of the blame (or, less likely, the credit). I'm not sure what you heard from Susan or Suzanne, but our cat, Rory, is my buddy. He's sitting next to me even as I type this (and rub my itchy eyes).



Haha, I love it, Fio! You have seen it all more clearly than I have myself. I'm just glad that in this odd state I didn't end up with a rat tat!

Funny how things you thought you'd never enjoy end up being great. Jane Austen, cats, ... Maybe tattoos will be next. Anyway, thanks for helping this good Karma along, my friend!

As for, "Tattoos, I suspect, are a lot like cats. Once you get a few of them, more seem to find their way to you." I know many people with a single tattoo, but almost everyone who had a second then went on to have more. And more.


Be careful with that phrase. Trump thinks he invented it. You may hear from his legal team, if they've nothing better to do!

Thanks for what I believe was intended to be a compliment, Matthias. I need to clarify something, though. When someone turns 60, they're in their seventh decade, just as newborns are in their first decade. So here's the thing: if you still think my skin looks good knowing that I'm a mere 59, I'll happily tell you my skin care regimen. It starts and ends with a product available here in the states called Ponce de Leon's Youth Restore. As far as I can tell, it's comprised of aloe, vitamin E, and waters from a proprietary source in Florida.